Dream Catcher

My weary tongue slithered from between my slobbering
lips and penetrated the wisp of black fur that surrounded my
lust’s pungent destination. Tommy hissed sharply, pushing
his delicious ass back against my face as I licked his
flexing anal opening.

Holding to the trunk of a small tree, Tommy stood with
one foot on the muddy ground and the other perched upon a
rock. His posture opened him up nicely, making it easy for
my tongue to invade his silky butt. As I filled his tense
asshole with globs of spit, his huge nut-sac swung heavily,
back and forth, like a cathedral bell.

“Fuck me,” he moaned. There was a sense of urgency in
his plea. “Stick your stiff cock up my ass.”

I hadn’t been sure there would be a need, but in my
bedroll I had concealed a box of condoms, just in case. I
positioned the head of my properly suited lance between the
cheeks of Tommy’s round ass and aligned my cock with the
velvety core of his snug aperture. His agitated ring of
outer muscle convulsed as my unbending cock burst into his
scalding rectum.

Tommy threw back his head, causing his long black hair
to drape wetly along the contours of his rigid spine. In no
time he was grinding his smooth ass against the coarseness of
my wiry pubic hair.

The slimy, slick walls of Tommy’s bowels gloved my
throbbing organ in a passionate embrace. The rain ran down
my back trickling through the dense wool that sprouted from
the crack of my ass. The ultimate of all manly pleasures was
nearly upon me. My balls contracted, rising higher and
higher as my excitement reached its peak. I could hold back
the flood no longer. I was drowning in the wake of my own
lust.

“Cum in my butt,” Tommy grunted, feeling my cock expand
with impending climactic splendor. “Shoot your hot, sticky
load inside me.”

I whimpered torridly as I shoved the entire length of my
spastic organ deep into his soft, endearing bowels. I held
firmly to his rigorously bucking hips as my dilated pisshole
launched its creamy burden.

Tommy stood up as my appeased prick popped out of his
stretched anal opening. “That felt good,” he panted,
planting a big, wet kiss on my willing mouth. “Now, it’s my
turn.

I kissed him back. “I’ve been looking forward to having
your cock up my ass ever since I first saw you,” I panted,
still attempting to catch my second wind.

I turned around and rested my head back on Tommy’s
shoulder. He kissed me hard as he reached around and teased
my nipples. His gentle pinching drove me wild. I pushed my
ass back against him and felt his cock rise up to fill my
gaping crevice. I had wanted him for what now seemed like an
eternity. It was like a dream come true when he bent me over
and began tonguing my fuckhole.

The gleaming white teeth I adored in his smile now raked
aggressively across the wrinkled outer rim of my seizing
pucker. I moaned with approval as he endeavored to entomb an
even greater portion of his fluttering tongue. His hot,
lashing taste muscle was causing my head to spin. His oral
poker felt so good gliding in and out of my tight butthole
that it very nearly triggered a second ejaculation.

Tommy rose up behind me like a towering red God. His
throbbing lance was sheathed and ready for action. Slowly,
he eased his slippery cock up my sex crazed ass. Gently
rocking back an forth, he suppressed his urge to fuck in
earnest until I had become accustom to having his thick,
twitching tool buried deep in my ass.

I reached around and grabbed hold of his ass, pulling
him toward me, forcing every inch of his fantastic, red meat
into my traumatized rectum. Lightening streaked across the
sky as his balls slapped wet and swollen against mine.
Thunder rolled and the sparks of our unbridled passion flew.
I howled with ecstasy as he fucked my ass with a fury I had
never before experienced.

My legs could no longer sustain my weight. I felt my
knees buckle as Tommy’s arms came around me, holding my body
against his as he continued to hammer his long, beefy organ
into my ass.

My cock swung up and down violently, slapping first
against my heaving belly, then against my aching balls. The
pressure of Tommy’s cock crowding my prostate was divine.
Precum dripped from my pisshole and dangled on a spindly,
glass-like thread.

Tommy’s tense loins slammed against my throbbing
buttocks and he held himself deep inside me. “I’m gonna
cum,” he professed with a lustful grunt. “Don’t move. Just
stand perfectly still,” he whimpered as my rectum constricted
with involuntary contractions of manly fulfillment. Tommy
cried out with masculine reward. His body shook violently as
he released his gooey wad.

We stood in the rain washing ourselves, continuing to
revel in the sight of one another. Neither of us could
resist the urge to jack each other off.

As the day wore on, we lost all track of time. It was
nightfall before we finally came up for a breath of air. We
had sucked, nibbled, licked and stroked each other until we
were exhausted. Our last orgasms had been dry. We had
literally managed to siphon off every last drop of semen
either of us had to offer.

For six glorious days the land nourished our bodies and
our bodies nourished our souls. Our trek into the wilds of
nature made our burning young lust a spiritual revelation.
Together we had journeyed to a place where dreams and reality
are one in the same. For as long as I live, I shall never
forget Tommy Three Bears and the Valley of the Whispering
Pines.